The sound of water from the bathroom caught my attention and I considered, for the briefest of moments, joining him in the shower. But seconds later the bathroom door opened and a haze of steam escaped. Ben stepped out wearing just a towel riding low on his hips.
I need this. Please . . .Fuck, baby. Don’t tempt me. You know I want to make you come.
Yes, please, Ben.Hearing her beg for it was too much. I needed her. Needed to get her off. But, f**k, we were in her parents’ living room. Anyone could get up for a glass of water or to use the bathroom, and then I’d be f**ked. Likely with one of those impressive shotguns pointed in my face. But my daring side was willing to risk it.I briefly considered taking her back to her bedroom, but seeing how that was right next to her parents’ room, I wasn’t sure that option was any better.
Emmy, we can’t, I protested weakly as she crawled into my lap to straddle me. She pushed her pelvis down, wiggling in my lap, and I instantly went hard.I knew she felt it too because she released a breath, squirming against the hard ridge in my shorts.
Shit. I wanted to f**k her. In her parents’ house. This was bad. I couldn’t let this happen. She was grinding against my dick. Emmy, no.
I lifted her off me and set her on the sofa beside me.It was so . . . real that Lotti actually had to look away. She’d never experienced anything like what the two of them shared, had never in her life yearned that much for one person. Her gaze collided with Sean’s and her heart skipped a beat. Okay, so she had felt that way. Once. But she’d been young and stupid. It’d been puppy love, clearly not anything like what Pru and Finn so clearly had. But now she could admit that after only a few days with Sean as an adult, he was even more appealing than he’d been all those years ago and looking into his green eyes, she saw emotion there, deep emotion.
I want a chance to right my wrongs with you, Lotti. All of them.Damn but he still could still reach her. In the gut. In her overactive brain. And the hardest hit was . . . right in her heart, and she had to close her eyes and remind herself she no longer was interested in such things. Not even a little bit. She’d already planned to go the opposite route from here on out and she needed to stick with that. Sun, surf, surfer.
She realized everyone was looking at her and that Pru had asked a question. I’m sorry, she said. What did you say?I just wanted to make sure you’re really okay with all this, Pru said. It’s asking an awful lot of you. We’re of course going to pay for everything; the extra stay, your time, your resources, all of it. But . . . are you really okay with us pretty much hi-jacking your B&B and turning it into a wedding site?